Love Motorcycle Gang Leader

Chapter 31. Shella is sad

Shella had started to get excited again after one day of rest. He does not do anything but his duty to Allah. He also works in his room.

A day did not meet with Galang, enough to make him miss. Moreover, all day, Galang did not contact him at all. No messages, let alone phone calls.

In fact, usually, Galang will send a message, at least once every one hour if they do not meet. But this time, he suddenly had no news.

For the first time, he sent a message to Galang. Message through the green application that until the next morning still tick one. It means he didn't read the message at all. Until finally he tried to contact Galang number and the result is no longer active.

Due to high curiosity, Shella ventured to ask about Galang to her father at breakfast.

"Dad, is Galang okay?" shella asked doubtfully.

Mr. Darman stopped eating. He rubbed his mouth with a tissue. His face turned serious. Mr. Darman stared intently at Shella who was beginning to be anxious about her father's reaction.

"Galang, already left the resto. Didn't he tell you?" ask Mr. Darman.

"What, he's gone? But, he never told me. There's no way she's leaving Shella," Shella asked in shock.

"Shella, I told you, she's unreliable. If he cares about you, he should negotiate with you. Or at least, say goodbye to you. He is not comparable to Rafael. You better forget him," said Mr. Darman as he looked at Shella.

Shella was silent and immersed in her own thoughts. Meanwhile, the mother who does not understand the problems they are talking about, just stared at her husband and son talking. However, Miss Rasti begins to understand if her husband intends to match Shella with Rafael.

"Sir, according to the mother, Shella was not burdened with matchmaking problems. Let him finish college first. Isn't that what we decided to do together?" asked Miss Rasti to help Shella. Because it is clear if Shella does not like to be betrothed.

"Mother's right. But he was the first one to make a mistake. He dared to date behind our back," said Mr. Darman disappointed. "All right, we'll choose him a nice guy for her so she doesn't get the wrong choice."

"Shella, as long as you're in contact with Galang, then I'll keep you engaged to Rafael. Shella, all the options are with you, think carefully," said Mr. Darman and left.

"Did you throw him out?" shella asked disappointedly.

Mr. Darman stopped his steps. Mr. Darman took a deep breath. She had not expected her daughter to ask such a question. Shella could doubt his kindness as a father just because of Galang. Even though everything that Shella was accused of was true.

"Shella, as a father, I want the best for you. No parent wants their child to suffer. Dad just asked him to be self-aware, if the story of his past is not over. I don't want you to be wretched just because of him. Revenge from his enemies, you bear it" said Mr. Darman.

"So dad really kicked him out. Shella was disappointed in Dad," said Shella sadly.

Shella hurried to stop her eating activity, then went to the restaurant.

Shella was very sad, and she finally found out that Galang turned off his phone because he did not want to be in touch with her anymore.

Galang must have been angry and disappointed that his father had kicked him out of the restaurant may have even asked Galang to leave Shella.

With her butut motorcycle, Shella rushes towards the resto. Arriving at the resto, he went straight to the side door and immediately headed to Galang's room. He looked stunned as he opened the door. This room is empty and uninhabited.

Shella was unable to hold back her tears that suddenly trickled down and started rushing in. Galang was his first love, and had to run aground due to circumstances. Shella did not know who to blame. Or is this the destiny he has to live. Maybe he shouldn't have fallen in love. However, she is very happy to feel love, and Shella will never regret having loved Galang.

Galang, I will never blame your departure. I just hope, since we never said break up, then I'll wait for you.

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